Yet few are deceived by the pretense.
Teach me your call, oh, Merita.

'Nay, nay, Zarando; love only
Will draw the wild creatures around you.
Love does not change cannot injure -
The shaft is not aimed at a loved one.
If you would draw the wild creatures,
Love them, and guard them from danger.'

'I am a hunter, Merita,
And yet would I gladly abandon
The bow and the trap to secure
The charm that the Great Spirit gives you.
Tell me the secret, Merita,
Teach me to speak in the language
Of all the wild creatures around you;
Teach me to know and to love them.'

Then were the first lessons given,
Where now gather thousands of students,
Beneath the old widespreading live oaks
That stand by the stream in the Campus.
There the first Teacher and Pupil,
Merita and young Chief Zarando,
Met on the mornings that followed,
Met for the love of the study,
And then for the love of each other.

No more were the Tamals and Fishers